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Raised By Wolves

Autor: RUHU95
Fantasy Romance
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What is Raised By Wolves

Leia o romance Raised By Wolves escrito pelo autor RUHU95 publicado no WebNovel. I am a wolf. I had a momma wolf and a poppa wolf. multiple brother and sister wolves. I am a wolf! the two leggers need to leave me alone I am a wolf! I know I'm different but I am a wolf!running away...

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I am a wolf. I had a momma wolf and a poppa wolf. multiple brother and sister wolves. I am a wolf! the two leggers need to leave me alone I am a wolf! I know I'm different but I am a wolf! running away a newly shifted werewolf pup is taken in by common wolves. when discovered by another werewolf how will she cope with her new world. This book comes after Orphan wolf picking up right where it left off... kinda.

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